#and i was worried i'd be stuck going there bc i don't want to at all

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, lots of parallels, reader is a lil down on herself but don't worry, eddie is down bad for her.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed and smoking, smut!! 18+, minors DNI.

AN: do i write 90% of my fics based on what pops into my head when i hear a certain song? yeah. also this is only half edited bc life. enjoy bbs <3

“Okay, okay,” You laughed. “One more hit then I’m tapped out, Eds.”

Eddie grinned, speaking through a half-held breath. “Oh no, Sweetheart. New stuff hittin’ a little too hard?”

You inhaled deeply, passing back to him what was left of the joint. It went straight to your head, and you flopped back, laying comfortably on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie inhaled, following suit, making your body bounce as he hit the mattress.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Feel like I’m fuckin’ flying.” He grips your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Don’t let me float away, okay?”

You smile at him, taking in how fucking beautiful he looks under the dim lights in his bedroom.

“Never. You’re stuck with me, Eds.”

He looks down at you, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He took you in like he'd done 100 times before. Eyes trailing from your nose, to your eyes, landing at your mouth.

So fucking beautiful.

“Good," he breathes, pulling you in closer. "Just the way I like it.”

Eddie let go of you hand, only to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. He placed a kiss to the crown of your head, "This okay?"

It's all I want. You think.

"Or do we have to get up and go watch that cheesy chick-flick I promised we'd watch.

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your denim skirt. "I'd stay here all night if you let me."

That's all I want. He thinks.

Eddie leans back a bit, looking down at you. He's not sure if it's the weed making his so emotional, but he swears he could cry just looking into your eyes. "What am I gonna do if one of these dates you keep going on works out? What if someone takes you from me?"

He tries to sound relaxed, but the truth is, the thought keeps him up at night. There’s gonna be a guy that steals you away from him one of these days. Someone who can give you everything he can’t, someone brave enough to open their mouth and tell you just how much they love you.

and it'll crush him.

The laugh that escapes you is a cynical one, "Eddie, I've been on three dates with three different men, and I've gone home alone each time."

"So?" He asks.

"So," You scoff. "It means no one is interested in doing anything with me."

It’s true—to you at least. The guys you’d gone out with were either not looking to be tied down, or ran once they met you. The last guy thought you’d be easy because ‘the freak’s best friend has to be a freak herself right?’

The dates were a distraction for you. As your heart pined over the one guy you could have it all with, it was breaking too. Eddie hadn’t made a move on you—ever, and you weren’t brave enough too.

So the two of you sat in limbo, completely unaware that the other person was right there with you.

Eddie sits back, releasing you from his arms. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, sitting back as well.

"That. Act like you're the problem, and not these shitty fucking dudes you keep going out with.” Eddie tried to control his tone, but his temper got the better of him. He cursed at himself for it.

Jesus H. Christ, Munson, get it together.

You push back from him fully now, "Eddie, the common denominator is me. I-I'm fucking broken or something."

“Stop that.” He seethed.

It’s a command—a tone you've heard him use with Steve, or Dustin, but not you.

Never with you.

Eddie stood as you sat up, hanging your legs off the edge of the bed.

"What--"

He turned back and got to his knees right in front of you.

“Stop talking about yourself like that. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

He was close to you, and with him on his knees, his gaze was just at your eye level. “You’re not broken. There's nothing wrong with you, you’re—you’re fucking perfect.”

“Eddie…”

“No, no, just…just shush for a second.” Eddie moved his hand to your cheek, his thumb sweeping across it gently. “You think all this shit about yourself and it’s just not fucking true. I wish, for a second, you could see yourself how I see you. I fucking adore you.”

You feel the warmth of his breath on your nose. His large hand on your cheek warms you, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

Everything is Eddie in this moment. He’s invading every sense you had.

It’s overwhelming.

You can feel your eyes brim with tears. “You don’t have to say that, Eds. I’m okay. I’m just…I’m lonely, that’s all.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. He watched you, he saw the tears hidden beneath your lashes. How could you not see it? See how you were…everything to him?

His mind stopped for a moment, deciding whether or not to take the leap, to risk it all and not run for once.

Fuck it.

“I’m right here, Princess. I’ve been right here.” He leans his forehead on yours.

You exhale his name, “Eddie,”

“What,” he’s quick to ask. “What is it, Sweetheart?”

Your on fire with how close he is to you. But he doesn’t mean it, not in the way you hoped he would…does he?

Your eyes open, seeing his beautiful brown ones searching your face for some kind of clue as to what you’re feeling. You clasp your hand on top of his. “Please,” you beg. “Please don’t say things you don’t mean just to make me feel better. My heart can’t take it.”

He laughs softly, bringing his other hand up. He’s cradling your face gently, “Oh, Honey. You have no idea just how much I mean it.”

Eddie is overwhelmed with you. You’re everywhere, and he can’t fucking think straight. Probably a good thing right about now, because he’s about to do something he never thought he’d be lucky enough to do.

“Can,” he clears his throat. “Can I kiss you, Baby?”

With zero hesitation, you nod, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

“Gotta use your words, sweet thing.”

“Yes,” it comes out as a plea. “Kiss me...please.”

Warm warm warm.

It’s all you feel when he leans in. Then his soft lips are on yours, all the while he’s holding you as if you’d be the one to float away.

Eddie kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times. Like he knows your lips and the pattern that drives them crazy. He’s trying to tell you everything he’s been too afraid to say since the moment he met you.

There’s no one but you.

You’re everything.

I love you, please, let me love you.

Regrettably, you pull away. Breathless from the kiss, but also how surreal this moment is.

“I-I,” you sigh, touching your forehead to his. “I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” It comes out as whisper. As if you’d scare him away if you said it too loud.

Eddie smiles, a relieved laugh passing his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a beat, Eddie is looking at you so softly and with such care.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says with all of the conviction in the world. “My pretty girl.”

“Am I?” You ask. “Am I yours?”

He nods, "If you want to be." He moves his hands, resting one on each thigh. He rubs them absentmindedly, likes he's trying to flatten the goosebumps that had prickled across your skin. “...and I’m yours. You've got me, Honey.”

Eddie's grin was still a shy one. You brush your hand across his face, pushing back any stray hairs. "Eds?"

He grips your wrist gently, placing small, tender kisses along the inside of it. The gesture is so simple, but it sends a heat through you like you've never experienced before.

"What is it, pretty girl? Whatever you want, whatever you need...it's yours."

You intertwine your fingers with his smoothly, "You, Eddie. Need you. Wanna make you feel good, Eds."

Now it was his turn to get goosebumps.

"Fuck, Angel. You can't just say that to me." He breathes.

Your bedroom eyes blink twice, "Please?"

A strangled moan vibrates from his chest, "Who am I to deny the fair maiden what she asks for?" Eddie stands, holding out a hand for you.

You're pulled to your feet by him, and he's looking at you through a brand new set of eyes. "One problem with that though, Princess. You come first."

You gasp as his hands take purchase of your ass, pulling you into him. "If anything, and I mean anything is too much, or too weird, you tell me, okay?"

You're nodding again, and he tuts at you. "Uh-uh. Words, baby."

Your arms fall around his neck and you press your body against his. "Yes, sir."

"Ho-ly-shit." He moans. "Yeah, I'm gonna kiss you now. Cool? Cool."

He's hungrier this time, kissing with teeth and tongue as his roaming hands explore your body.

"Eddie, Eddie..." You breath through swollen lips. "Too many clothes."

"You a mind reader or something?" He jokes, ripping the t-shirt from his body. His body was a work of art in more ways than one, and seeing it now, like this, made you crave it all the more.

You watch as Eddie falls to his knees, "Can I?" He asks, pulling at your skirt.

"God, yes."

He unbuttons the fastener, pulling the distressed denim down until it's pooling at your ankles. Eddie then came face to face with your black-lace covered heat.

"I-I'm dead right? I've died and now I'm at the pearly gates."

Your hands cover your face, "Eddie! Stop!"

He stands quickly, "No, baby, no. God, please don't hide from me." He pulls your hands away gently.

Your shirt is next to go, and so is the matching bra. Eddie pulls his pants down, leaving his boxers on.

"Lay down for me, Princess. Wanna take care of you.”

The timber of his voice makes you tremble. Once your comfortable on the bed, Eddie climbs on too.

“Now, I know this is all new, and we’re figuring things out as we go, but…” Eddie pauses, laying on his stomach between your legs.

He starts kissing his way up your legs. “I’ve been dreaming of eating this pussy for a long, kiss, long, kiss, long time.”

You’re so turned on you can barely speak, but you manage to get out a quiet. “Well what are you waiting for?”

Your thong is thrown into parts unknown, and Eddie starts to feast like a man starved.

“Eddie, fuck—“ his tongue explores your heat. His hands hold onto your hips as you grind down onto his mouth.

“Uh-uh, don’t hold back. Wanna hear you, Princess.” He dives back in, lips sucking on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He slips in one, the two fingers. Pumping and curling them slowly until he finds the spot that makes you see stars.

The fire in your belly is growing and you feel your legs start to shake. “Holy fuck, Eds—Eds I’m gonna cum!” Your hands take purchase in his hair, giving it a sharp tug as you feel the heat engulf you.

Eddie eats your pussy, drinking you in as you cum.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You release your grip on his hair as you come down from your high.

Eddie crawls up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself all over his tongue. “Don’t be sorry, Baby. Let’s me know you’re enjoying yourself,” he kisses you once more. “Plus, I kinda like it.”

You’re both breathing heavy.

Now it’s his turn.

Your hands touch his shoulder, pushing him gently. “What’re you doing, pretty girl?” He asks softly.

When Eddie’s leaned back against the headboard, you pull his boxers off. Pink, uncut cock springing from it's confines.

God damn...he's fucking huge.

"Gonna ride you, Eds. Let you feel what you did to me." You climbed on top of him, "Can I do that? Can I make you feel good?"

Eddie's nodding, not sure what part of you he wants to look at more.

"Uh-uh," you tease. "Use your words, Handsome."

"Fuck," He breathes. He palms your bare chest, moving the pads of his thumbs over your nipples. "Do whatever you want to me, use me, I'm yours." He leans forward, hot mouth latching to your other breast.

You sit up, allowing Eddie's hard length to slip inside your aching cunt. The sheer stretch and size is enough to snatch the breath from your lungs.

"Eds...Eds, shit. S'big." You moan.

His eyes close as he bottoms out inside of you, "So tight. Fuckin' pussy was made for me, she wants my cock. Won't let it go. She greedy, baby?"

You adjust to his size filling the void inside you. Eddie hold your hips as you begin to ride him, helping you to keep a steady rhythm.

"Look at you, Princess. Cock-drunk already, hm?" He teases.

Eddie is whispering praises as he fucks up into you.

Such a good girl.

Taking me so well.

My pretty girl.

Mine.

Eddie's pace quickens, and you feel the tremble return to your legs.

"Eddie, fuck, I--"

"I know, Honey. I can feel it, feel you squeezin' me. Let go, Angel. Go on, cum for me."

His words are like a spell.

You cum harder than you did on his mouth, and this time, it's his cock that's drenched in your essence.

"Gonna cum, Sweetheart. Where--"

You're entirely lost in everything Eddie. "Inside me, Eds. Fuck, please cum inside me."

"Shit, shit, shit." Eddie's moves become erratic. Sloppy thrusts chasing his release, and when he does, he all but growls in your ear.

He's breathless and spent, but his arms wrap around you. Eddie holds you, softening inside you. He kisses the center of your chest, the trail making its way across your shoulder, up your jaw, and to your lips.

"Hi." He says quietly.

You giggle softly, "Hi."

"So uh, not sure if this is a good time or not..."

You kiss his nose, "Hmm?"

"I-I...I love you. I don't know, just felt like someone should tell you, might as well be me." Eddie's big brown eyes search your face for any sign of regret or discomfort.

Nothing.

You kiss him deeply, "I'm glad you told me, otherwise I'd be sitting over here, in love with you, looking all silly by myself."

Eddie holds you tighter. "You, you love me?"

You giggle, "Edward Munson. I love you."

He pulls you closer, "You love me." It's a statement now.

Eddie lays his head against your bare chest. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up in a second, Sweetheart. Just wanna hold you for a little."

Rubbing small circles on his back, you kissed the top of his head. "I'm not going anywhere, Handsome."

[ginevrapng]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE your chubby reader fics. I was thinking maybe marauders era Remus lupin, maybe he has a crush on chubby reader but she’s oblivious bc she thinks he could never like her? Keeps giving her little gifts almost trying to court her

it's charms and remus lupin is staring longingly at you, all in vain of course, at least that's what he's come to believe. he's fancied you for months and he's tried everything over the past few months to get you to notice but you never have, so all he can do is take these small moments to admire you afar and in peace.

in the recent months you noticed a change with him, you'd say you're not really friends and consider yourself more acquaintances, but he's been making more of an effort to talk to you. you figure he's heard about what happened with that ravenclaw who insulted you in front of your whole house and took some pity on you. remus had no knowledge of this event and if he had the marauders would have made him their number one target.

remus is starting to feel at his wits end, he's asked to study with you which now happens every week, he smiles at you in the hallways and talks to you in between classes, he even gave you a book he thought you'd like and buys you sweets from honeydukes. he feels like he's running out of options. a couple weeks ago he asked you to go to hogsmeade together and you turned him down saying that he should go with his friends and not be stuck with you, "i'm not going to be stuck with you, i want to go with you that's why i asked." remus' eyebrows furrow slightly, trying to get you to understand that he wants you to come.

"thank you remus, you're so kind but don't worry about me, you should be with your friends." you tell him and he feels like shouting at you and telling you off sometimes because how can you be so clueless to his feelings but to you you've never even considered the possibility that remus might have feelings for you. in your eyes how could he, you're just some chubby girl and remus is extremely out of your league so why would he ever be interested in you? he's smart and kind and friendly and attractive, he's really endearing. you like knowing that remus doesn't like talking to a lot of people and that he can become awkward, you like it because he chooses to speak to you and that always makes you feel warm inside, he truly is amazing, and truly out of your league. little did you know that remus thinks the same of you, you're sweet and pretty and cute and you look so soft. he dreams about holding your plush body in his arms while you talk together for hours and sneaking you into his dorm.

remus is studying, this time without you and he's lost track of time, he's looking at the words but not taking anything in, instead just thinking about you. his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of james pulling out a chair and sitting next to him. "where's your girlfriend moony?" james grins at him.

"she's not my girlfriend," remus sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand smoothing out the crinkles.

james' grin falters understanding that pain, he had the same pain with lily before they became a couple. "do you wanna talk about it mate?"

remus pulls his head back and looks up to the ceiling, "no, but i- it's j-just, she never believes me and takes me seriously. she constantly thinks i'm being her friend no matter what i say," remus says sounding slightly frustrated.

"i'm sure that's not true, maybe you're not making it obvious enough. it's clear that she likes you back, she always smiles when you answer questions in class and looks at you when you're not looking."

"prongs that isn't helping one bit, if she likes me back why won't she get that i like her too. i've made it plenty obvious, last week everyone was talking about that celestial ball that happens every few years and i said that i would want to go with her, i literally told her i'd want to go with the prettiest girl in school, you."

james starts laughing, "i thought she was meant to be clever moony."

"don't say that, she is, cleverer than you. she's just... oblivious."

"who's oblivious?" remus turns his head to see you standing there with the textbook that you've borrowed of him under your arm.

"you," james replies automatically grinning, remus glares at him, i'm going to kill him later. james slaps his hands on his knees and gets up, "i'll be off, catch you lovebirds later," he grins and walks off.

"piss off," remus says considering throwing something at him as he walks away.

you sit down where james was sitting but move your chair closer towards remus. "james really is ridiculous, you deserve much better than me," you say casually with a smile and go to open your book to the correct page.

remus frowns as he hears the self-depreciation in your tone, because what do you mean, if anything it's the other way. you look up at him when he doesn't reply and you see the frown on his face. "remus are you okay?" you ask concerned, hopefully james didn't make him feel uncomfortable by calling you both lovebirds.

"you really are oblivious," he mutters.

"huh?"

he shakes his head and places his hand over yours on the table, stroking your hand with his thumb, you look shocked at the action but remus just turns back to his book knowing that he'll be able to concentrate now with you next to him.

i'm so glad you like my chubby reader fics!!! i had so much fun with this!!

reader who doesn't think people will like them because they have low self esteem and doesn't think highly of their body + remus who loves them and their body like it's second nature, like it's the same as breathing ahhhh, it's sooo good

[just-jordie-things]

choso drabble based on that one line in lilo and stitch !! this is for @delzinrowe bc i'd be nowhere without my nanami flowershop anon helping to feed my delusions <3 ___

"want to catch a movie on friday?"

choso's hopeful with his question. for the last few weeks your friendship had been transitioning into something... new. he couldn't quite describe it, but it was a good change, and he wanted to chase it.

you'd just wrapped up a casual lunch with him and his younger brother, yuji. as it always done when you spend time with either one of them, time had flown by, and you were probably going to have to jog a good portion back to work in order to clock in on time.

"i can't," you sigh through the soft rejection. "i'm working late to cover gojo's ass- he's probably just prolonging his assignment because i know that sweet shop he keeps in business is in sendai" she mutters through the last part, clearly bitter.

choso tries to hide his disappointment as he nods in understanding, watching as you slide on your coat and adjust your hair in a rush. he thinks there's no sense in you checking your makeup in your little compact mirror- you look perfect- but the words get stuck in his throat.

"that's alright," he tells you with a comforting sort of smile that you mirror back at him as you stand from your seat. "another time?"

you're nodding, smile brightening momentarily before the anxiety of getting to work on timee settles in your mind again.

"yeah, yeah, another time," you agree, voice soft as you settle it in yuji's hair affectionately as you pass him. he's been busy with the coloring sheet the restaurant provided, but he still bids you a polite goodbye. "bye guys!" you call, picking up the pace as you leave in your hurry.

choso huffs as he picks around the leftover food on his plate. sure, you'd agreed to rain check, but all he could do was hope it wasn't out of sheer politeness or obligation. he hoped you meant it.

"don't worry," yuji pipes up, green crayon still in his fist as he tries to color in the lines as neatly as possible. "she likes you"

choso's brows raise in surprise, and curiosity.

"oh really?" he asks, not knowing what else to say. he was a good big brother, but he hadn't exactly been telling the seven year old about his growing feelings for his closest friend- and a figure who'd been in yuji's life for quite some time now as well.

"yeah," yuji says with the utmost certainty. so confident in his response, he's still focused on his coloring sheet. "she told me. she likes your butt and fancy hair"

choso blinks, still staring down his youngest brother in shock, even though the boy held more care for his coloring than their current conversation. were you a direct source? you'd told him this? you talked about him with yuji? you liked his messy buns? choso's heart was a flutter and it showed, a million micro expressions dancing across his face in a minute. his next question is obvious,

"she thinks it's fancy?"

[edsbug]

I just realized I don’t think I've ever requested a fic from you and I'm???? appalled???? Please forgib 🥺🖤 I'd love to see how Eddie x reader deal with a big storm coming into Hawkins; currently holed up bc of Hurricane Beryl at the moment. 🌀🌩

hii steph!! i hope you made it through the hurricane alright. thank you so much for requesting this, it was so fun to write! i hope you like it<3

thunderstruck

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader.

summary: eddie and reader prepares for a storm. (wc. 1.1k)

contains: horror films, uncle wayne makes a cameo, pure fluff.

The first rumbles of thunder rolled through Hawkins as the sky darkened, heavy clouds gathering in an ominous, bruised mass. You looked out the window of Eddie's trailer, watching the branches of the old oak tree sway in the rising wind. Eddie sat at the small kitchen table, fiddling with a string on his acoustic guitar, his usual energetic demeanor subdued by the approaching storm.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping away from the window. “Need any help with that?”

Eddie looked up, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Nah, just trying to get this thing to stay in tune. But thanks baby.” He set the guitar aside and reached for your hand, pulling you gently into his lap.

As you settled against him, the first drops of rain began pounding the roof of the trailer. “Looks like we're in for a big one,” you remarked.

Eddie glanced up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Perfect night for a horror movie, don't you think?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You're impossible. But yeah, sounds good.”

The two of you spent the next hour fortifying the trailer for the incoming storm. Eddie found a stack of old towels and you helped him roll them up, pressing them against the bottoms of the doors to prevent any water from seeping in. You checked the windows, making sure they were securely latched, while Eddie double-checked the flashlights and gathered some candles and matches, just in case the power went out.

As you worked, the wind picked up, howling through the trees and rattling the metal siding of the trailer. The sky was almost black now, flashes of lightning illuminating the landscape in brief, eerie bursts.

You and Eddie settled on the worn-out couch, a stack of VHS tapes and snacks spread out on the coffee table in front of you. The opening credits of Nightmare on Elm Street had just started when the phone rang. Eddie jumped up, nearly tripping over the coffee table in his haste to answer it.

“Hello?” he said softly. “Oh, hey, Wayne.”

You could hear Wayne's voice faintly on the other end, his tone filled with concern. Eddie glanced at you, his expression softening.

“Yeah, we're okay. Just getting ready for the storm,” he said, his voice reassuring. “I've got everything under control. Don't worry about us.”

Wayne's voice rose slightly, and you could make out the words “stay safe” and “call me if you need anything.” Eddie nodded, even though his uncle couldn't see him.

“Thanks, Wayne. We'll be fine. You stay safe at work, okay? Yeah, talk to you later.”

Eddie hung up the phone and turned back to you, a sheepish smile on his face. “My uncle wanted to make sure we were alright. He's stuck at work until the storm passes.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at the concern in Wayne's voice. “That's sweet of him.”

“Yeah, he's a good guy,” Eddie said, plopping back down beside you. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Freddy Krueger.”

As the movie played, the storm raged outside, the sound of rain pounding against the thin roof and thunder cracking in the distance creating an eerie soundtrack. You and Eddie huddled together under a thick blanket, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The flickering light from the TV cast strange shadows on the walls, adding to the spooky atmosphere.

Every now and then, the power would flicker, the screen going black for a few seconds before the backup generator kicked in. Each time, Eddie would squeeze your hand, his touch reassuring.

“I've got you, sweetheart” he'd whisper, as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

As the last credits of Nightmare on Elm Street rolled off the screen, the exhaustion from the night caught up with both of you. Eddie's arm around your shoulders felt warm and comforting, and the rhythm of his breathing lulled you into a peaceful state. The flickering TV screen provided a gentle glow as you and Eddie drifted off to sleep on the couch, wrapped in the warm, thick blanket.

Outside, the storm continued to rumble, but it was a distant sound now, more soothing than threatening. The rain had lessened to a gentle drizzle, and the occasional flash of lightning was just a dim flicker on the horizon.

The first light of dawn seeped through the clouds, casting a soft glow over the drenched landscape. Wayne pulled his truck up by the trailer, the engine’s low rumble mixing with the distant sounds of birds starting their morning calls. He stepped out, stretching his tired limbs after a long shift, and glanced at the trailer. The sight of it standing unharmed brought a sense of relief.

Wayne quietly let himself in, careful not to make too much noise. He walked into the living room, a smile creeping onto his face as he saw the two of you on the couch.

Eddie's head was tilted back, mouth slightly open, one arm draped protectively around you. You were curled into his side, your head resting on his chest, the blanket cocooning you both. The TV was still on, a static-filled screen casting a dim light over the room.

Wayne shook his head fondly, moving to switch off the TV. The sudden silence was almost jarring, but neither of you stirred. He then picked up the empty snack bowls and soda cans, placing them quietly on the kitchen counter.

He stood for a moment, just watching the two of you sleep, a sense of pride and affection filling his chest. Eddie had always been a handful, but seeing him like this, so caring and protective, made Wayne’s heart swell.

When you woke up, it was to the smell of coffee and bacon. You blinked, momentarily disoriented, before realizing you were still on the couch, nestled against Eddie.

Eddie stirred next to you, his eyes fluttering open. He gave you a sleepy smile, his hair a wild mess. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice rough from sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, stretching. “I think your uncle's home.”

As if on cue, Wayne appeared, a mug of steaming coffee in hand. “Morning, kids,” he said, a twinkle in his eye. “Hope you two slept well.”

Eddie sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Yeah, we did. Thanks, Wayne.”

Wayne nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. “Good. There's breakfast in the kitchen. Figured you'd be hungry after a night like that.”

You and Eddie exchanged a grateful look before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

“Think it's safe to say we survived?” you asked, a teasing note in your voice.

Eddie chuckled, pulling you closer. “Survived Freddy Krueger and a thunderstorm. Not bad for a night in Hawkins.”

[daylighted]

GOT 'EM CUFFED !

beau arlen &. kari.

like clockwork, kari ended up texting beau something every day that, with anyone else, probably would have had an investigative unit on her trail. luckily for her, the dutiful sheriff was capable of taking bribes only in the form of his girlfriend's love and adoration.

work was idle that day, which was incredible, so to speak, because a busy day at the station was never something that anyone wanted, especially the ones working it. beau was working through the stack of paperwork on his desk, taking his due diligence time what with nothing else to occupy his attention.

ding.

a glance over at the phone perched on his desk, the heart emoji next to her name giving way to who it was.

kari ♡ 12:13pm im gonna run this guy over if he keeps poking across the crossway

beau breaks into a laugh, having to cover his mouth to stifle the echoing sound in the small office. no good morning, no i love you, no how has your day been?

just a hint of ominous premeditation while, assumedly, she was stuck behind a stoplight. he picks up the phone to reply when another message comes in.

kari ♡ 12:14pm love you!

he spoke too soon, it seemed. despite the concern for whatever stranger had ticked his girlfriend off, he felt warmth flood through his system at the two simple words.

beau ♡ 12:16pm don't do that. love you too.

the typing bubbles appear and disappear in quick succession, and don't return. beau actually feels a genuine sense of worry. was he seriously going to have to put kari in cuffs today? was his day so strenuous because it was building up to the fact his girlfriend would commit a hit-and-run? surely not.

beau ♡ 12:20pm i hope you're not answering because you're driving and not because you're getting someone's insurance information

a light joke, but he meant it. how awful would it be to have to interrogate kari while she was cuffed, and not in the fun foreplay kind of way? he didn't think he had the strength to do that. he'd earn the title of unjust cop if he had to, just to avoid that reality.

beau ♡ 12:25pm i seriously hope you're just having a very relaxing and uneventful drive right now

beau ♡ 12:28pm i'm not bailing you out by the way

beau ♡ 12:32pm yes i will but i'm not going to be happy

he's about to throw caution to the wind and call when, finally, his phone dings again. he'd just set it aside to try and pretend he was not working through his court argument in kari's defense in his head by finishing his paperwork, but what the hell did paperwork matter in comparison to her?

kari ♡ 12:39pm i got ice cream

the relief is palpable. beau had never, not even once, not even for a split second, thought that he'd really have to take his girlfriend to the station today. no ma'am, no sir.

another text comes in.

kari ♡ 12:39pm you really thought i'd kill that guy ??? 😭

beau grins. kari says it like it's a surprise that he'd jump to that conclusion when his sweet little girlfriend was a bit of a hellion like that.

beau ♡ 12:41pm yes

and then, just to make himself laugh, he sends another one to mimic her earlier texts, the one that'd sparked this spiral of worry at all.

beau ♡ 12:41pm love you!

abt to make these for everyone and their mama now bc this was too fun are u KIDDING !!! this one is for twin, @deansbeer & i hope it makes this weird ass morning a lil better pls 😭

& THANK YOU TO @mahi-wayy FOR INSPIRING THIS & FOR MAKING ME ONE :( !!! I HOPE THIS BECOMES A TREND OR SOMETHING BC IT IS TOO CUTE & FUN GETTING TO SPOIL UR MOOTIES <3

[aithusarosekiller]

Okay so when are Jake Joe and Tyler going because the way they've treated Kasim and Maia make me never want to see their faces on my tv ever again

Turning the integrity of Kas' job around on him like that? He saves real lives and swore an oath to protect yet you're saying that it means he's 'murdering people in the night' because you think it's a weird trivial thing to weave into the game and not his actual job that he spent years working towards. Weird. Don't know why people were so outraged at Kasim for being mad at that bc I'd have thrown my chair at them.

Saying he must be a traitor because he's nice, compassionate, and employed is crazy work. They just won't lay off on him and I'm not saying it's because they're subconsciously bigoted...but they laid off on Linda for a while the second they saw him and decided to fully hammer in on him.

Then Tyler's aggressive 'I get it's your sister but come on man it's a game' sorry she's trying to compute the fact that she had to stand against her sister and admit she doesn't trust her, accept that her sister has been lying to her, tricking her, and playing to take crazy money from her, everyone else is really happy Armani just got kicked out and she's upset that she's stuck there without her, but she's also happy they finally have a traitor gone. Worry about the state of your hair before you start picking apart others.

Absolute pricks.

[alllgator-blood]

different anon: ngl I’m laughing at myself rn bc your recent asks about tboy leshy made me realize that like. my leshy is also a tboy and I just. have never once considered whether or not he has boobs lmao. like. absolutely 10000% forgot that could be an issue lmao should probably figure that out at some point. I feel like maybe I never considered it bc I’m like “he’s a worm ofc he doesn’t have tits”

That's the cool thing about trans headcanons or even just having trans characters in general, there's really no one way to go about them and it's more about what speaks to you + how you think the character would present. Trans people have wildly varying bodies for wildly varying reasons and I think that's fuckin awesome because you can do so much with them in art. The bishops especially can allow for fun body type headcanons, cause you can't really see their bodies in their god forms, and their follower forms are just a preset asset used for ALL followers. They can look literally however you want which is cool!

I can't make the decision for you, but I will say this: I like drawing the bishops' god forms as completely neutral, weird animal things because they're magical eldritch deities that defy logic. But forever ago I thought it'd be funny if when they wake up in their follower forms, they're stuck in lame mortal bodies that have to conform to nature (no more leshy fidget slug, no more kallamar tentacles, etc), and just went with it. Sooo the decision on if leshy binds or not was entirely secondary to that, I'd say just go off of how your lore works and if a worm doesn't seem like it'd come pre-installed with mammaries, then don't worry about it!

[ohbo-ohno]

hey hey heyyy saw this and thought of youuu

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT83xLH3c/

(completely sfw don't worry) but like, Imagine for one reason or another you desperately need to get married (maybe to qualify for your medieval grandpa's will) but no one wants you for whatever reason so you promptly go down to the gallows where this murderous ex Soldier was to be executed and you are just "he'll do" not aware that he comes as a package deal with his partner who didn't get caught 👀

are you. are you joking. oh my god

thinking about a woman who's got a terrible home life. i feel like either her parents want to marry her off to some guy who's like 80 or they treat her like a workhorse and are super abusive

and to her, quite literally Anything is better than the life she's stuck in. and for a woman in this time period the only real way to escape is to get married. and since no one will marry her (she's poor and everyone knows how her family is).... well there's really only one choice

she definitely proposes to soap, not ghost. the man getting dragged to the gallows is perfectly at ease - shoulders rolled back, easy smile on his lips, you would never think he's being led to his death. there's something in his over all demeanor that makes it almost easy to jump from the crowd and shout a proposal

he's excited, almost ferally so. he grabs your wrist and holds tight, doesn't let you get even a full armlength away from him. that's when you start to think maybe this was a mistake, but it's far too late now. he's also weirdly insistent about the two of you going to a very specific room in a very specific hotel (or whatever they used to be called)

you get a bit more scared every second that goes by, but you're well aware what a man expects on his wedding night - you grew up on a farm, you know how animals mate. it's scary, of course, but you know you'll have to bear it

except when you get to the room, he doesn't try and take you. you know he wants to - there's a tent in his pants that makes your face flame - and he keeps you flush against him. he sits at the table? you're in his lap. you try to go to the bathroom? he stays so close to you that you decide it's not worth the potential humiliation.

he talks your ear off the whole time - tells you how pretty you are, goes into frankly excessive detail about what he likes about every single part of you, tells you how he wants to "stuff you full", says things like "'m not so bad, kitty, know ye must be scared but i'll take care of ye, don't worry" and "just wait til he gets here, then we can get started" and no matter how much you ask who he is he refuses to tell you

he has his mouth pressed against you throat (switching between licking, biting, and talking about how he can't wait to see what's under your skirts) when the door opens, and you realize that you've truly made a mistake

the new man who walks in has to duck beneath the door frame, he's so massive. had he been the one walking to the gallows, you never, ever would have proposed. he's got to be twice the size of you, his face covered, the rest of him filthy and covered in dirt

(((if i had the energy i'd write dialogue here, but anon i am sleepy)))

soap would be soooooooo happy to present you to ghost, is literally drooling and beaming as he grabs you by the hips and hooks his chin over your shoulder, big hands stroking across your stomach and skirts as he says isn't she so pretty?

anyways. you're getting railed that night. hope you like being on the run with two criminals who have absolutely no intention of crossing over to the light side!!

(ghost fucks you first, bc soap needs to learn to be patient with his new toy, but he lets you suck his cock while he waits for his turn. when soap fucks you next, you're laying on ghost's stomach and he wipes away your pretty tears as johnny does his best to break your back. the next day johnny laughs when you're walking with a small limp, and ghost makes him apologize with his tongue <3)

[seokmattchuus]

ZB1 as long-distance idol boyfriends

A/n: First of two posts today bc it's my birthday present to you. It makes no sense, but it does to me. Anywho enjoy <33

-

Jiwoong: *Proposes the idea of sending boxes full of each other's things, even video calls to do the unboxings.*

"I threw in some perfumes I want you to put on your hoodies." He smiled. "So don't forget to wear them."

"You could just spray the hoodies I'm sending?" You laughed. "Why do I have to wear them first?"

"It's literally not the same?" He scoffed playfully. "If you love me, you'll do it."

Hao: *Misses you all the time. Will tear up when you joke about dropping everything to go visit him.*

"Don't play with me like that." He pouted. "I'll buy your ticket right now."

Hanbin: *Counting down the days until you come visit. Shows you his marked calander.*

"Two more weeks~" He said in a sing-sone tone while pointing at the circled date. "Then you're stuck with me."

Matthew: *Sends you boyfriend boxes at least bi-weekly. Needs to make sure you know he's always thinking about you.*

"I threw in a build-a-bear, too." He smiled at the screen. "There's also a couple letters I wrote for when you're having a tough time."

"Why is that the cutest thing ever?" You faked a sniffle.

"Hmm," He said playfully, a finger coming to his chin. "Maybe because I'm the best boyfriend ever?"

Taerae: *Sends you a picture of an impulse-bought ticket and all his packed bags.*

"I couldn't wait." The text said. "So, I hope there's room for me by the time I land."

Ricky: *Wants to take you out on dates when you go visit but you're always nervous about getting caught.*

"What if it's busy?" You pouted at the thought of his date idea.

"You don't have to worry, I already booked out the cafe." He smiled through the screen. "No one's gonna know."

Gyuvin: *Uses any chance to try and coax you into catching a flight. (you miss all the shots you don't take((just pack a bag already))*

"We can fight." You rolled your eyes as he talked about how much he missed you. "If anyone's struggling, it's me."

"You'd have to fly over here to make that happen." He stuck his tongue out. "So, unless you're packing, I'd shut it."

Gunwook: *You two plan video call movie dates and send each other your favorite local snacks.*

"I added some of your favorites, did you see?" He said, proud of himself. "I bought more, but they didn't fit in the box."

Yujin: *Sneaks off to video call you when the time zones match up. Sometimes gets caught.*

"I'm currently packing your birthday present so is there any-" He said before the door busted open. "Can you at least knock?!"

[staybabblingbaby]

I saw someone ask @jisunggy and thought it was a fun idea sooooo

moots as stray kids members? ╰(*°▽°*)╯

LMAO you asked this so long ago I'm so sorry, I was in the middle of dying 💜 Probably not going to be anywhere near as poetic as @jisunggy (seriously, they made me tear up T^T) but I'll do my best! Also, I'm restricting this to Moots I actually talk to, bc I don't wanna b tagging folks who have never spoken to me (even tho I absolutely do adore those moots too <3) OK SO!

@brbwritingfanfic - That's my boy Han, right there. This is mostly based on vibes, but like, also, we can go down so many rabbit hole conversations together and end up so far from where we started it's crazy. My adhd buddy 💜 She's also so adorable and passionate, I love getting to listen (or, well, read lmao) to all the things she gets hyped about. It's seriously so fun

@lazyfacecowboy - I.N! she's not the maknae of my moots, but she IS the one I want to bundle up in a blanket the most lol. I want to be a cool older sibling figure to her but I'm so awkward and lame it's not a role i can take on xD Regardless, I love her to bits and I always worry about her. I also think she's more mature than me and cooler than me in every way, so she's very I.N coded tbh xD

@jisunggy - The man, the myth, the legend! I HAVE to pick Felix for Jisunggy, I know their bias is obviously the other Sunshine twin, but I can't help it! Jisunggy is basically my extrovert on this website lmao. Picked me up by my scruff and said "We're going for ice-cream!" and I've been in their pocket ever since. Jisunggy just has a way of making me smile and feel included in this wonderful community we call fandom. I'm STILL getting Bubble Squad tags from them and I hope they never stop 💜 They tag me in things sometimes and it reminds that I occupy another person's brain every now and then and I can't tell you what that does for my self esteem. I'm starstruck by them all the time always.

@thatgirlangelb - My og. my beloved. my daughter, the apple of my eye. She's so Hyunjin coded to me, i'm not even kidding. She's stuck by me from the start, and most of BFP and even some of Soulmate Garden would not exist without her. She's always so encouraging and sweet and I want to pick her brain apart because she has the BEST ideas. Nothing gets my creativity flowing quite like a conversation with her, she's like magic. I'm kissing her brain all the time.

@chancloud8 - My darling 🥰💍 Another ring for you, cos you deserve it 💜 Maybe it's a bit on the nose, but I'm assigning her our beloved leader Bangchan 💜💜💜 She's seriously been a rock for me lately and I don't know what I'd do without her 💔 She's always hearing out my stupid, crazy ideas and patiently letting me lore drop about the most obscure shit. 90% of the lore I babble on about in her DMs won't even be written or make it into the stories they're for but she's always got an open ear and a word of encouragement for me. She's one of those people I never realized I needed in my life until she was there, and now it feels like I've known her forever. You'll have to make your escape from me out of my cold, dead hands, beloved 🥰

@sh0dor1 - My most recent moot! I did not realize we weren't moots until I was double-checking if I knew everyone's pronouns and I was like, "wait, where's Sho?" so I literally followed them right before I started this post. I'm so sorry my dude T^T ANYWAYS! I am gently placing this one in the 'Felix' category. Hype man personified, they're literally so encouraging and lovely to speak to. We don't talk much outside of my replies, but I LOVE getting the chance to pick their brain and babble back and forth when we do talk. My motormouth soulmate 💜 If you put us in a room together I'm pretty sure we could take over the world by pure volume of words. They're always so bright and funny too. A lovely individual 10/10 would recommend

Anyways yeah, I love you all and I appreciate you and you make this hellsite so much better just by bein around 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[kunoiashifts]

ᴡᴀɪᴛ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ? *:･ﾟ✧

* ˚ ✦ title is literally what i'm currently going through AS WE SPEAK 😭

* ˚ ✦ okay, this week has been a little wonky for reasons i'd rather not get into, but basically there was something going on today that i just DID NOT WANT TO DO.

* ˚ ✦ and with that, i began to panic a bit and kind of subconsciously put shifting onto a time crunch which is TERRIBLE FOR ME!! time crunches make me extremely anxious, however a lot of things happen in my life that make me want to shift asap sadly

* ˚ ✦ so, last night i was very overwhelmed and was upset about everything as a whole which carried on into this morning as the deadline(?) was literally right around the damn corner. (i had to go right after school). i spent the morning wallowing a bit about it and dreading the outcome of me having to go somewhere i didn't want to go to

* ˚ ✦ i overconsumed content on shiftblr AGAIN which is a horrible cycle i need to break whenever i feel stuck because for me, it just reinforces the idea that i don't know what i'm doing WHEN I DO KNOW 😭😭

* ˚ ✦ as i did that, i was like ok. i don't wanna take a break, i just want to get out of this situation. so throughout the day, whenever i thought about what i didn't want, i just said "i don't have to go." and even throughout the doubts and spirals about shifting, i still affirmed for a different outcome instead. i feel like the fact that i was so focused on having not shifted to my dr in general made me kind of lessen the doubts and stress over the circumstance that was actually upsetting me which is WHY i managed to manifest a different outcome so quickly

* ˚ ✦ i literally kept getting pissed about shifting while simultaneously affirming and revising the idea of what i dreaded so badly that made me want to shift in the first place (which is kinda funny because i could've EASILY just manifested it away earlier instead of throwing shifting under the bus (HELPP), but i digress)

* ˚ ✦ fast forward to after school, where i literally sat in my bed and LOCKED IN. i was kind of affirming for both at this point like on one hand i was accepting the outcome of me having to go but on the other hand i was like i'm still gonna try to shift before it even happens just in case.

* ˚ ✦ i laid down in bed since i had maybe 2-ish hours before i had to go and used alunirs new video as a way to help me shift. didn't shift to my dr, but i got extremely close as i saw flashing lights, fast heartbeat (worst symptom for me IT DISTRACTS ME BADDD), felt extremely numb, etc. etc. but that's not the reason why i felt so close.

* ˚ ✦ i was hit with a sense of realization again. like oh, it's really this easy, i just have to remember i shifted. i felt so free and calm, as if i was already there in my dr again. as if it was just a simple act of remembering (because it is!). it started to feel natural, which in my opinion was the shift of my awareness :D then i fell asleep for a few minutes before waking back up. my mind drifted back to my current situation again which worried me, but made me remember; i could change it.

* ˚ ✦ i began to affirm for both shifting, and what i wanted. "i don't have to go, i get to stay home." (and i was saying "home" as in my dr bc i consider it my home :3)

* ˚ ✦ and you know what happened around 10 or so minutes later? my dad got a call and told me i didn't have to go because he could tell i was tired. it was that. easy.

* ˚ ✦ TLDR: Despite me spiraling a little all day, I managed to change the outcome for something I didn't want ON A TIME CRUNCH WHICH IS WHAT I HAD BEEN WORRIED ABOUT ALL WEEK! It took LESS THAN ONE DAY. One school day of me just affirming and being the person that just doesn't have to go somewhere they didn't wanna go to.

Honestly, I pretty much DID shift, too! Shifting = Manifesting to me. I just shifted my awareness into a reality where I got to stay home and the 3D reflected it instantly.

* ˚ ✦ :D so tonight i'm gonna shift to my dr to celebrate.

- ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɴᴏɪᴀ

[olderthannetfic]

I would never defend them - at least not the ones who actually harass people - but I do wonder if there's some antis out there who genuinely come from good intentions.

Super serious and genuinely shameful confession: I'm an ex-radfem. I went into those circles in the first place bc I liked some of Dworkin's works. And while I obviously do not recommend anyone ever get into radical feminism, I will say this: If haven’t been down that very specific rabbit hole of ideology yourself - especially in online settings - you cannot even begin to imagine how fucking INSANELY pervasive the ideas are. Even if you've been a victim of radfem hate, if you haven't been a radfem yourself, I'm truly inclined to think you have no idea what those spaces are actually like. Sorta like how if you've been a victim of fundie hate, that is awful and it fucking sucks, but if you haven't been raised fundie yourself, you really don't know what it's like to be IN those circles, just a VICTIM of those circles.

I hate to throw around words like “hivemind” or “groupthink” but it is that. I went into radfem spaces thinking that I was above believing certain things that they believed but I clearly wasnt, it is so fucking toxic and that’s why i’ll never believe that “TIRF” (trans inclusionary radfem - something I tried and failed to be) can be a real thing. And then these same people have the audacity to call trans rights a cult, but you know, it's whatever.

Obviously terfs are more serious in the "real world" than antis are, but there are some parallels in the way that both groups feel about kink/porn discourse. (No, I'm not saying that antis "believe TERF ideology" or anything, but I do think in the specific context of sex stuff, there ARE alot of parallels.)

I am not defending radfems either, but I will say that I got into it because I was genuinely worried about things such as: PH and how they just steal content from sex workers, the abuse going on in the sex work industry, the phenomenon of young girls who are waiting to turn 18 so they can start an OF account, romance novels that were not marketed as dark but should've been considering they straight up romanticized abuse and rape.

I really do think that most antis are of a similar mindset -- people, typically young traumatized people (not trying to pull the neurodivergent minor card, it's just that statistically speaking, that label CAN describe most antis) who are truly worried that, like, idk, some young girl is gonna watch Twilight or read Reylo fic and think that an overly possessive bf is #goals. Again, I'm NOT trying to defend this ideology or line of thinking at all, I'm just saying that i DO think most of them really don't realize the harm that they're doing, and actually think they're doing good.

I actually kinda feel bad for them, but like my earlier comparisons, I feel bad for them in the same way I feel bad for fundies or evangelicals. I feel bad that they hold such an awful ideology while thinking they're doing good things, but I stop feeling bad once they start ACTUALLY hurting people and I'll always feel worse for the people who they harass and harm.

And like I'd never want to be a radfem again and I hate that I was one once but, between myself and your ~10k (ballpark estimate lol) followers, I think that my time spend in that belief system gave me some really good insight to cult mindsets, which was something I didn't understand before or have much sympathy towards, and I've emerged with a lot of empathy for people who ARE stuck in bad ideologies. I could've been born into a hate group. I could've been preyed on by alt-right people and sucked in that way. Instead, it was reading radblr during quarantine that got me. Before I fell into it, I just mindlessly hated everyone in that group, and now I just feel sorry for them (still without justifying any of their actions).

It's honestly a really, really, complicated thing to try to grapple with. Anyone, yes including you reading this, can be brainwashed into hate. The second you think you're too good for that, you've lost.

This was more of a vent than a discourse ask. I guess my tl;dr is: I hate antis, terfs, fundamentalists, etc, as much as the next guy, but I also recognize that some of those people truly truly do think they're on the right side of history, and some of those people have been sucked into an ideology they never would've believed otherwise if not for xyz factors. While hate groups will never deserve pity, there are some vulnerable people in hate groups who for some reason believe they're doing good, and I wish I could help all of those people.

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Yeah, I assume many antis are perfectly sincere in their desire to protect people. They're just wrong about what will work.

[theghostbunnie]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TALK ABOUT NIKKI AND NERRIS IN THE NEW EP I LOVE YOUR OPINIONS ON EVERYTHING

(bcs they're scarily similar to mine)

TYSM????❤️♥️💕💝 and I always have so many opinions I'm the fuckin yapinator

I was literally talking just the other day about how Nikki has a detachment from feminity as she's literally been reprimanded for doing it wrong before even her two best friends doing an 'eh' with an iffy handshake when she even REFERS to herself as a girl and I do strongly believe it's bc she's at that age where she's learned feminity does equal something shameful or weak, or in her case maybe even thinks it makes you mean and shallow. While SIMULTANEOUSLY still being a young feminist and trying to not have that subconsciously!!! Creates a sort of "it's for others not for me" mentality accidentally bc she's supposed to be Nikki™ and thinks she'll be less respectable, or less herself if she's feminine.

But she's actually been this way in the show before she's willingly wore pink on two occasions willingly, as casted as Juliet, and wearing Indian traditional clothing. (I'd argue even further on the second one as it wasn't given to her for play but she made it!! And it was pretty!!) In the episode Neil and her get stuck in the flowerscouts he just WAKES UP with makeup and a seaweed wig on and I'm firm that like she did that and knows how to lmao. (Further proved by her literally doing her own makeup in this episode)

But back on topic yeah when she was enjoying herself until she realized ofc her worries weren't upfront exactly "oh no I look girly!" It was oh no I look like a FLOWERSCOUT, a "type" of feminity she's tried to push away from bc she associates it with a specific type of woman, and worries who she is as a person if she likes this.

I hope the fandom takes this episode as Nikki being a more rounded character instead of like, just erasing her masculine side or something :/

Bc most importantly; Nikki's expression of feminity in this episode *wasn't performative* she was doing it by herself for how it felt

ONTO NERRIS

I love their character ok like everyone in camp campbell is an asshole in their own way and their own degree, and I know early fandom liked to demonize the hell out of Nerris but I actually love how their character flaws compared to the other campers way more just scream "child" to me. They do shit and I go "yeah this is definitely a character acting immature with not a full grasp of their actions" and it's cute in a way to me idk!!! Like girl that's someone's DIARY WHY DID YOU POUR YOURSELF SOME JUICE AND KICK YOUR FEET AND GIGGLE READING IT YOUR SO SILLY ! Nerris often prioritizes themself in selfish ways but also in very childlike ways so yeah reading someone's diary because they connect with them and gain a little crush on them through that is adorable, esp jumping straight to "is this LOVE?"

Nerris liking girls- also something!!! Hinted towards in past episodes!! ((Nikki too some people call It "just admiration" but she literally has blushed at Ered and called her "my baby")) Nerris' scene where they're profusely sweating asking Ered to hang out with them i want to say could be a sign she has a crush on her too, but honestly? I'd be more inclined to believe the "it's just admiration" argument more here, I could see it going either way.

NERRIS WITH NIKKI THOUGH, IN NIKKI'S LAST DAY ON EARTH, Does that god modding type play little kids do where they narrate what they want to happen and get huffy when the other kids don't play along, which again back to my previous point of Nerris honestly being a small time offender compared to most the cast and also adorable.

But specifically she was trying to lowk boss Nikki into running into her arms and to me that's always been🫵🤨🏳️‍🌈⁉️

So I find it really funny how Ered, a character most the fandom hasn't really paid attention to or been a favorite or anything, always gets HC'd as a lesbian (often just for the jokes, or because her parents are gay, or because she's colored hair pronouns and skateboard/hj)

Absolutely no hate to the HC itself I'm sure there's someone who loves her character alot who has it but sometimes you can kind of tell when most are just slapping labels on characters they don't care about, and Ered out of the three of them is the ONLY one who hasn't shown cannonically interest in girls??? 😭 Like most of the cast, hasn't in anyone or any gender!! Nerris and Nikki have been exceptions in that, and now it's even official for Nerris!

Nerris and Nikki have cannonically only shown interest in girls. Unless some specific brief scene is slipping my mind atm/gen

ALSO GONNA TALK A LIL MORE ABOUT ERED BC I LOVE HER also need to specify the difference between a hc and a theory RN as I know it's very likely not cannon but the fact Ered doesn't know a lot of "being a woman" or periods (like an alarming amount missing for someone 14 ALSO CAN I GLOAT A LITTLE BIT ABOUT BEING RIGHT SHE WAS 13 IN S1-S4 !!??? OTHER PEOPLE WOULD SAY LIKE UP TO LIKE 17 SOMETIMES) (also context it's bc she says "other freshmen" and freshmen are 14-15.)

You could argue she simply is a late bloomer but girl you yelled at the word uterus like you simply can't understand 🏳️‍⚧️🫵🤨⁉️⁉️ and "what happens at NIGHT TIME??" like the whole conversation gave me the vibe she only knew things on a surface level and wanted to know more simply to be included!! I also wanna point out Ered never says anything that could confirm or deny she even gets one, just that Gwen thought she did, which could've been assumption or simply the wording she chose to phrase.

[seraphtrevs]

for the ask game…brbabcs? (either the combined universe or whichever of the shows individually) 💕

I'm just going to do a mishmash of whatever happens to come to my mind lol - STREAM OF CONSCIOUS POSTING INCOMING

my favorite female character - over the whole brbabcs, obviously it's Kim. She was a great character from episode one, but they really cemented her as the Character of All Time with her fall from grace in season 6. She's so complicated and layered, achingly human and relatable, but also extraordinary, which makes her compelling to watch.

She's a hard character to sum up because she's so nuanced, but I think what draws me to her the most is her deep rage at injustice. Her fall is ironic because it was that desire to make the world "right" that led her to betray her core values - but honestly, who can blame her? Haven't we all wished that the Howard Hamlins of the world would suffer consequences too, instead of consequences being only reserved for people who were born in the "wrong" race/gender/class? But at the same time, embarrassing one Howard Hamlin is not actually the same thing as making systemic changes, and her desire to punish him was a personal vendetta, not actual justice. I totally get how the two got mixed up in her head, though.

I'm also a big Skyler fan - more on her later

my favorite male character - For BCS, it's Lalo lol. I don't think he's the BEST character, but sometimes it feels like Peter Gould got the gang together and was like, "Listen, tumblr user seraphtrevs has been having a hard time - why don't we write a character that is specifically tailored to all of her deepest, darkest, and horniest desires?" And lo, they did. He's so charming and cheerful and evil and funny and so so SO hot - I was doomed from the very first paca paca paca 😭

Side note, I think i'm such a villain girlie because I'm so anxious. Characters who don't worry about anything except doing what they want are very fun for me to watch. Imagine the bliss of not caring! *_*

For brba, the character I have the most affection for is Jesse, but Jesse is made to be loved. So instead...I'm going to pick Walt. He is the worst man who has ever lived and I completely get why people can't stomach him. My own husband tapped out of brba because he found Walt unbearable IN SEASON ONE.

So as a person, yes, Walt is the worst. But as a character? He's unparalleled. He makes things happen, which I think a very underrated character trait (and one that a lot of writers overlook). Walt is an infernal engine, a perpetual motion machine, a catalyst of catalysts. Things HAPPEN when he's around, which makes him a really fantastic character.

The other thing I really appreciate about Walt is that Vince Gilligan really stuck to his guns. He said he wanted to tell a story about Mr. Chips becoming Scarface, and by god that's what he did. A big problem with a lot of "antihero" shows is that they are often way too sympathetic to their protagonists and fall for their bullshit. And while a lot of the audience for brba fell for walt's bullshit, the writers were always very clear-eyed about what they were doing.

my favorite book/season/etc - an impossible question for bcs. all seasons are tied for best except season 2, which was a little tiny bit less good but only because it was necessary to set up the rest of the show's run, so actually it is also tied for best. I guess if you put a gun to my head, I'd say season 5 because it's the Lalo season

brba is an easier call - it's for sure season 4.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show) - for brba, I'll say The Fly, not necessarily because it's my favorite (too many favorites to choose from) but because I love character work, and that ep is all character work. Also, it's a good illustration of what I was talking about in my walt answer - it's an episode where "nothing" happens (or so claim Fly detractors!)...but making things happen doesn't have to mean making BIG things happen. Walt's monomania and willingness to do whatever it takes to "win" over something as stupid as a little fly shows what makes him such a great character

my favorite cast member - for brba, i think it's pretty widely known that bryan cranston and aaron paul have merged into one being, so I choose bryaaron.

for bcs, it's bob odenkirk. the entire show - or even the entire brbabcs universe, actually - rests on jimmy. like i know i just said that was walt, and it is for brba. but i think that now that bcs is done, you can make the argument that jimmy is actually the character that it was "about" (actually I'd put Kim in there too). Walt was always morally black, but Jimmy was genuinely morally gray for much of the series, and he maintained a human core that Walt lost. I think Jimmy and Kim are more relatable. (Not to leave Jesse out, bc out of the four of them Jesse is the most sympathetic in a lot of ways. But I feel like his story was more of a survival story, like Skyler's, and not so much a story about moral failure. Like yeah for sure jesse had tons of moral failures, but that never seemed to be the POINT of jesse, like it was the point of walt, jimmy, and kim.)

my favorite ship - for bcs, it's a tie between lacho and mcwexler. for brba, it's waltjesse.

i haven't talked about nacho at all so far which seems weird because I have a LOT of nacho thoughts (see my tag #nacho christ superstar). i feel like the cartel plot is like, the heightened version of the lawyer plot. or that's not right exactly - not heightened as in better, but heightened as more dramatic, more extreme, more literal. so lacho to me is like, what if you really were in bed with the devil? (i mean, maybe literal is the wrong word because he's not LITERALLY the devil, but lalo is a much more straightforward, morally UNambiguous character who is the personification of the evils of the cartel. so like. more literal. you know what i mean.) (plus i'm so horny for both of them. 😭😭😭😭😭)

mcwexler is the best on screen, canon romance i've ever seen. period.

as i've said before, waltjesse is the six-in-one shampoo/bodywash/conditioner of toxic relationships. jesse is walt's student/business partner/best friend/worst enemy/mistress/wife/son/dog. how can you NOT love something that twisted?

a character I’d die defending - SKYLER. Fortunately tumblr has the right attitude, but it still blows my mind that anyone could judge her for what she went through. walt destroyed her life - every action she took was her trying to protect herself and her children. what she went through was pure nightmare fuel, and it astonishes me that anyone could think she was ever unsympathetic

a character I just can’t sympathize with/a character I grew to love - someone sent me an ask just about these, so i'll save these for later! this is already so long lmao

my anti otp - I don't really have any for the brbabcs verse! in general, i'm openminded about even off-the-wall ships because fandom is for fun, and no one in this fandom has ever annoyed me with some of the shipping behavior you get from bigger, more annoying fandoms

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Not related to COD, thought I'd dip my toe into another fandom. I've been falling in love with the Ghost bc fandom thanks to @halfcow-halfboy and his crippling addiction to this band. Enjoy!

(no warnings just fluff!)

Terzo has been stuck in a meeting discussing budgets for their upcoming Hunter Moon ritual. He feels as if he is dying of boredom as the rest of the clergy discusses why they need to spend so much on silverware and organic candles. He looks to the side as the Sister Imperium occasionally side-eyes him. Terzo groans after one of the brothers says something so stupid he has to say something back: "So let me get this straight, you don't want the ghouls involved at all." Terzo stares at the man before him

The brother shrugs, glancing away from the papa, "Well...the siblings have mentioned that the ghouls make them uneasy and this ritual is meant to serve as a welcome party of sorts. We need to ease them into the way we live, not toss them in the deep end, and while the ghouls do live here, we don't need to scare anyone off."

Terzo loses his temper shouting at his fellow clergy "They are creatures of hell; of course they're scary! That is the point of them!"

Omega is nearby practicing the guitar for their new song, Mummy Dust, alongside a few of his fellow ghouls. He wants to make sure he has every note down before their next tour. He and the other ghouls pause, hearing their Papa shout. The sounds of Mummy slowly dust fades away as they look towards the direction of the office that the shouting is coming from.

Terzo looks more and more confused and enraged as this conversation persists. "this stupid. If they can't bear to see the ghouls now, they won't ever be prepared to see them."

"yes but it's best if they're hidden away, at least for now. Maybe if they really must be around, they can wear their show masks?"

"I'm not going to hide my ghouls just to comfort those who can't accept reality. They knew what they were getting into."

The other man sneers, "No wonder the sister thinks you are a joke. Its important that the new siblings feel at ease if you can't un-"

Terzo stands abruptly, the chair clattering to the ground behind him. "If all you are going to do is make a mockery of me and my ghouls, then this meeting is over and you are henceforth removed from my court. Dismissed," he sneers and storms out, his papal cloak billowing behind him as he throws open the heavy oak doors and storms down the hall

Omega notices Terzo storming off and places his guitar down and goes after his papa. "Papa?" Terzo looks behind him, spotting the ghoul following him. "Yes Omega?'

Omega stops him "Are you alright, Papa?"

Terzo calms, trying to look like nothing is wrong. "Quite alright, thank you, caro mia."

Omega nods and flicks his tail; the ghouls have gotten worried about how stressed Terzo has been recently. "We worry about you." Terzo smiles, running a hand through his hair. "Worry naught, everything is fine, my ghoul!" Omega nods, not quite believing him that anything is alright at all; everything seems the opposite, if anything. "Of course, Papa."

Terzo shifts the subject: "How are you, my ghoul?" Omega smiles. "Very good, since I am speaking with you." Terzo laughs, "You are too kind, Omega." Omega, completely deadpan, says, "I am a creature from hell, Papa. I am not kind, just honest."

"You are kind. More so than these people I work with."

"Oh?"

Terzo waves his hand around in the air. "Don't worry, it's fine." Omega puts his hands on Terzo's hips, pulling him ever so slightly closer. "What happened?" Terzro chuckles, making an attempt at deflecting Omega's worry. "Nothing, nothing, I promise. Everything is fine." Omega takes his hands off Terzo's hips. "Of course, Papa."

Terzo keeps deflecting, "Enough about me, how have you been?" Omega gives up, for now. "Good. Practicing for our upcoming tour."

Terzo smirks. "Oh? Look at you, so responsible."

That sends a shiver down Omega's spine. He blushes ever so slightly, barely noticeable. He hopes, "I try, sir." Terzo smiles up at Omega. "You're doing so well." Omega turns a shade darker, still (hopefully) unnoticeable to Terzo "Thank you, Papa."

Terzo "You are welcome, amore."

Omega is having a realization. Before this very moment, he thought he just found Terzo attractive. But I mean, who doesn't? The man is a flirt, dare he say a slut, and has a perfect figure; Terzo is everything a papa should be, no matter what the sister thinks about him, and Omega wants him for himself. He always felt deeply attracted to the papa; he just never quite realized that he was in love.

Terzo interrupts that thought "Are you free? I need help in the garden."

Omega "Yes, of course."

Terzo smiles, "Perfect!"

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